Around My Heart In 80 Days.

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I pushed through the doors of the lecture hall and ran frantically down the corridor. I was late per usual. How is one supposed to stay up late to study then get up early to get to the lecture? I consider myself pretty smart but I still need sleep. I gently turn the knob on the door leading to where my nine o'clock lecture takes place. I glance at my watch, 9:27, oh great. I shuffle in receiving awkward stares from everyone. My usual spot near the front is taken so I'm forced to take a new one. I squeeze through a row of people mumbling 'excuse me's' as I make my way to an empty seat. I sit down and quickly take out my notes. As I lean back in my chair I feel a foot connecting with the back of it. Just my luck I get some asshole sitting behind me. I sigh and turn my head to see who has graced me with their presence. I may be the smart guy but I do not take bullshit from anyone. I snap my head around and glare at the person behind me. It's none other than Louis Tomlinson. I've heard a lot about him-not good things-and I have encountered him enough times previously to know he's a jerk.

When I first tried to befriend him he told me he doesn't like rich snobs. Which is a stereotype because of where I live. Both my parents are quite wealthy and came from wealthy homes. Naturally I was brought up the same way. I of course am not a snob in the slightest. Or at least I like to think I'm not. I wasn't really brought up well by my parents. Of course I love them and they love me but I usually fought for myself. I would spend most of my childhood alone. When I had the pleasure of meeting someone new I was always overly thrilled to meet him or her. This is where my outgoing kindness comes from. Usually it would be the opposite. A wealthy child brought up alone is bound to be a cocky snob right? But I was just happy to meet people. Being friendly was the easiest way to meet people efficiently.

Louis has dark blue eyes and golden brown hair. Opposite of my dark hair and bright green eyes. You can tell by looking at him that he thinks he's 'the shit'. He always has a goofy grin or a cocky smile plastered on his face. Unlike me who usually has a warm smile and welcoming eyes. I give him my best 'what the hell was that for?' face and he smirks at me.

"Your curls are in the way Shirley Temple," he mocks. I give him a 'go shove it' smile and turn back around. The lecture continues on and a few minutes later the back of my chair is kicked again. I turn around for the second time and face him. He throws an eraser at me and laughs. I bend over and pick it up. I turn back to him and he gives me a disgusted look.

"I don't want it back, you got gay all over it," he says. Oh here we go. It's no surprise to anyone that I am in fact gay. I've been out of the closet for about 4 years now. Of course I've had my share of dilemmas with homophobes but most of them weren't really homophobes, it was just a good excuse to make fun of me. So it's no surprise Louis would say something like that. I don't even flinch as I turn around and grab a pen off my desk. I chuck it over my shoulder at him and I hear it hit him and fall to the floor. I turn my head slightly and say;

"You keep it, it has asshole all over it now."

I grin to myself and finish the lecture in peace. When the lecture ends I grab my things and leave to get something to eat. I get in my car and drive the short distance to McDonald's. I jump out of my car and walk in the entrance. I order my food and head back to my car. I stop by the door and put a beanie on my head when I see it has started to rain out. I try to squeeze out the door juggling a bag of food, a drink, and my car keys. I'm struggling with the door handle when I see someone else reach for it and open it for me.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem," a cheery voice responds.

I smile and look up to greet the person. When my eyes meet theirs I realize I'm staring at the shocked expression of Louis Tomlinson. He pushes me out of the way and walks out into the rain. That was weird. He didn't recognize me with my hat so he held the door but dropped it when he knew it was me. What did I ever do to him? Well before this morning at least. He has no reason to hate me. I brush off the strangeness of the situation and run to my car. I get in and shake the rain from my face. I start the car and pull out onto the road. I look in the rearview mirror and see Louis walking down the sidewalk with no coat on. He doesn't see me in my car so I pull over a little ways in front of him. He might be a complete jerk but that doesn't mean I want him to get sick. He did hold the door for me... kind of. I roll down my window to call out to him but I stop. He's on the phone. It's unlike me to be this nosy but something about him makes me really curious. I poke my head out off the window to get a better listen. I hear his side of a conversation that he is having with who I assume is his mother.

"Mom it's pouring out!"

"I know your busy but I need a ride!"

"But it's like 15 blocks away!"

"Tell him to leave then! He's just using both of us anyways!" he shouts.

Wow this is getting personal. I start to roll my window up but he hangs up the phone and starts walking again.

"Hey Louis! Need a lift?" I holler to him. He looks up hopefully but his face falls when he sees it's me. He needs to stop that it's rather rude. He comes up to the window and leans in the car.

"I don't need a ride from you captain queer," he grins and gently taps my cheek. I flinch away and scowl at him.

"Well sue me for being nice!" I say angrily and tap his cheek. I step on the gas and drive away. I watch him get smaller in the rearview mirror as I come up to a red light. I continue to watch him as I wait for the light to turn green. He starts walking again and I see him vigorously wiping his eyes. Is he crying? Why would he be crying? Louis Tomlinson is one of the most curious people I have ever met. Even though he treats me like dirt I feel oddly intrigued to him. Which I should probably stop feeling because only bad will come from it. I will either get my face bashed in or be tormented for the rest of my life. So I keep driving and don't think of Louis Tomlinson again that night.

The next morning is when the shit hits the fan. I have another lecture at nine again and oddly enough I make it on time. I sit down in my usual spot and wait for class to start. The professor walks in and pins a pad of paper to the corkboard at the front. He turns to us and smiles.

"Raise your hand if you paid the money at the beginning of term enabling you to go on the annual class trip." he announces.

Almost the whole room puts their hand up and he smiles again.

"That's great, now I am happy to announce that our class trip this year will be to the one and only Rome!" he says happily. Everyone starts cheering and talking around with joy. Everyone has been waiting for this trip and to find out where the surprise location is. A trip to Rome will be amazing I've never been before. When the class calms down he begins to speak again.

"Well class while we are in Rome we are going to be sticking together. Of course not as a whole but a group broken into smaller groups. On the wall behind me is a list of all of you and your selected partner. The partner you are put with will never leave your side. You will sit on the bus together, on the plane together, you will share a hotel room together, and you will eat, sleep, bathe, and move together. Is that understood?" he says sternly. The class mumbles and nods. He shakes his hand dismissively and sits at his desk. Students get up and run to the board. Flying through the lists to find their partner. I walk up to the pad and look through the S's.

Samoan

Sanchez

Sanders

Scott

Shaw

Smith

Stevens

Stewart

Styles

I run my finger along my name to the other side of the page to find my partners name. My finger comes to a standstill over top of the name,

Louis Tomlinson.

My face automatically falls into my hands. This cannot be happening. What did I say about bad things coming from this? Two weeks alone with Louis freaking Tomlinson. I probably wont survive. I'll get thrown in front of a bus or pushed down the stairs at the Roman Coliseum. Maybe he'll push me down the escalator at the airport or down the elevator shaft at the hotel? Even more pleasant he might just suffocate me in my sleep. But, maybe that wont happen. Maybe we'll become friends and he'll realize I'm not a snob. Maybe he's a good person and he's just misunderstood. I calm myself a bit with these thoughts. That's until I get a punch in my side and I turn to see Louis.

"You better not try to seduce me on this trip Curly. I'm as straight as a ruler got it?" he spits.

"Got it," I wheeze and he leaves the room.

I get home that night and lie in my bed. I can feel a bruise forming where I was punched. I keep thinking over and over in my head all the bad things he could do to me. Yet I can't bring myself to hate him. Deep down I know for some fucked up reason I will never be able to hate

Louis Tomlinson.